Mirrors of deception
reflecting
the lies I've told
myself.
Trying to be
the special one
to win the love
of a father
through every man I've known.
Charmed by
the unobtainable
the disrespectful
ones not knowing
how to love.
Behind I leave
these men
that drama
but their messages I keep
sparking
that wound
buried deep
so long ago.
Reflections of a little girl
her faint cry
echoes
in my soul
where wildness stirs
restless within
waiting
to run free again.
~L Reed ©2011